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"Where's Jake?" Rose asked. She was looking for some stuff while the Doctor was taking his examination.
Jake Simmons, Mickey's best friend, was now also a part of Torchwood. Torchwood Three to be more exact. He and Mickey were quite the team when they worked together, hunting down Weevils and caring for Cardiff's safety.
"He left just minutes before you came. Said he needed to take care of some things." Toshiko replied. "I've hear about Mickey." she crossed her arms. "And he did too."
"He must be mad."
"Oh, he's pissed. But I kind of understand." Tosh lowered her head to look at what Rose was holding. "What in the name of God are you doing with that?"
"Hm? Oh, I'm looking for components."
"For the baby TARDIS. The Doctor needs to create a humid environment before setting her up on top of the rift. And he asked me for these." Rose showed Toshiko a list.
"Why didn't you say?" the woman already ran off. "I know exactly where I can find these."
"Look, I am sorry about what I said before." Owen apologized.
"Yeah, well you should be." the Doctor's brow shot up. "Never talk to her like that. Never again. Besides," he leaned against the wall. "I'm not the one you should be apologizing to."
Owen bit his inner cheek. He had heard of the Doctor. Rose used to tell them stories about the man that saved planets and galaxies and people. The man who could travel through time and space and the man who could take down a government with only six words. He knew of the Oncoming Storm and of the fury of a Time Lord. But he didn't expect all that to come into such a slim body. Owen was expecting something else.
"I don't really need you to examine me." the Doctor resumed. "I just need your equipment. That's all."
After a mouth swab and a scan with the MRI machine, the Doctor jumped at the monitor. He curiously looked at the results, gasping and cringing and overall being a bit excited.
"Everything okay?" he saw Rose enter.
"Rose." he smiled. "Look. This is my brain." Owen joined them into staring at the screen. "Now, as you see, whilst my body has changed to be a bit more human, my brain stayed the same. See, frontal, parietal, occipital and temporal lobe. Hypothalamus seems to be alright, although my Corpus Callosum seems a bit bigger. And look at that." he pointed with a pen. "My cerebellum. See anything of interest?"
Rose squinted her eyes in concentration. "It's... no, but, what is that?"
There was an additional lobe the size of a cherry right beside his cerebellum.
"That," he nodded. "is what makes me a Time Lord. Well, part human- part Time Lord. Weeellll, that's what would make a Time Lord a Time Lord."
"Sorry. Rose, that is my Time Lord consciousness. That is what comes in contact with all of my brain in case of regeneration and that is what makes me...well... me." he accentuated the word 'me'. "When I sent my regeneration energy into this hand," he wiggled his fingers. "my consciousness split into two. Rose, I am-"
"Rose," Toshiko called from upstairs. "I have your stuff! I'll leave them on the counter."
"Sorry." Rose turned to the Doctor. "You were saying?"
"Nevermind.." the Doctor sighed. "I guess I'm just full of luck. Aren't I? Go."
"Not so fast." Owen stopped her from leaving. "You need an examination too. And now I know you'll be against it, you Tylers, but having traveled with that trickery of a cannon might have damaged some chromosomes."
"I'm not sick." Rose scoffed. "I feel completely fine."
"Really?" Owen asked. "Well then, prove me you're right."
"No, I'm not doing this. I am perfectly healthy. I have no problems." she looked over at the Doctor. "Tell him."
"Rose," the Doctor grabbed her hand. "When was the last time you actually slept?" she stared. "And another thing. I know I shouldn't say this but... Me still being part Time Lord is giving me some advantages."
"What do you mean?"
"Rose, I am sorry. I am really sorry for telling you this, but your pheromones-"
"Okay!" she interrupted him instantly, hiding her face away from him. She walked over to the MRI machine. Oh God, what was he even about to say? How could he be so thick? Oh God, she thought.
"Sorry." he rubbed the back of his neck, he felt his cheeks flush a little. "Sorry."
"Now, if you two lovebirds are done." Owen commented.
"One thing though." Rose held her finger up. "I'm not taking my clothes off."
After the examination, Rose, Toshiko, Ianto, and the Doctor were all chilling in the sitting area.
"Blimey," the Doctor exclaimed. "this is good. This is really really good." he commented as he took a sip from his coffee. "Who made this?"
"I did." Ianto laughed.
"I'm telling you, he must've worked at Starbucks in the past." Tosh laughed.
"I told you, I never did." Ianto sighed. "Nor will I ever."
"I mean, she's right." Rose teased. "This coffee is too good to be true. What if you were, in fact, some kind of barista in your past lives?"
"Could be." the Doctor joined.
"Haha. Very funny." Ianto was sarcastic.
"Rose." Owen came in, studying in shock the papers he was holding. "Something is wrong."
"What?" the Doctor flew up. He carefully took the papers and read them through. He turned to Owen. "Are you sure?"
"Ran them three times already."
"What? What is wrong?" Rose prompted again.
The Doctor looked at her in despair. "You."
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